Cui Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, rabbit cub, Teacher Liao really has nothing to do, he is going to re-elect the student cadre, if he is full, it is better to go to the zhōng yāng fountain flower stand to watch the student couple kiss to help digestion.

"Today's class is "Pipa Xing", well, there are a lot of texts about ancient texts and poems recently, and if students who have no foundation before, they will find it relatively difficult to learn. Liao Xuebing was prepared, and after stopping classes for a few days, he must try his best to let the students study hard, strive to catch up with the fallen classes, and turn on the small stereo next to the blackboard. "Let's listen to the music of the pipa and feel what kind of emotions the ancients used this instrument to express. ”

The students said: "It's amazing that Mr. Liao knows how to innovate teaching methods, and I guess he must have often gone out to drink with his music teacher Lu Kai to inspire such inspiration." ”

The classical song "Ambush on All Sides" came from the stereo, which surrounded the classroom.

It begins with a very gentle overture with a melodious sound. Pan Haicheng yawned loudly, it was extremely loud, and the voice was fake, and many people glared at him angrily, but many more people didn't think so. Lin Xiaoken whispered: "I don't think the pipa is anything good, it's better to listen to rock." ”

Then the sound of the lute became eager and pleasant, cheerful, pleasant, one after the other. The sound quality is excellent and very pleasant to listen to. Lao Liao stood beside him with a calm face, and whoever wanted to desert glared fiercely until the man put away his mind.

Soon, the pitch of the piece shifted, and suddenly it became sluggish and sad, and soon after, it became higher again. It became majestic, inspiring, and tragic, and finally the sound of the lute came to an abrupt end.

The students who can understand it only feel thrilled, and they can play such ups and downs with a piece of music, which is amazing and unforgettable. As for most of the uneducated, they think that it is only a little better than playing cotton, and there is nothing remarkable.

"Good. After experiencing the music of the pipa, I will read the text. ”

Zhang Lexin's little hand was raised high: "Teacher, let me read it!"

Seeing that she was positive, it was also an affirmation of her work, Lao Liao smiled and said, "Okay, you can read the full text." ”

"Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn. The master dismounts the guest in the boat, and raises the wine yù to drink without orchestra. If you can't get drunk, you will say goodbye. Don't be immersed in the moon in the vast river. Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest. Xun Sheng secretly asked who the player was? Move the boat to close to each other, invite each other, add wine and return to the lamp to reopen the feast. After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. ……”

Some thin and some soft, some soft voices are subdued and frustrated, high and low, full of emotion, the high cháo makes people impassioned and enthusiastic; the low place makes people lose their minds, like a withered leaf floating and floating, falling on the water surface like this, only a wave of ripples; the sad place makes people sad and crying; and the graceful place makes people stop for a long time. Lost and forgotten.

Listening to Zhang Lexin read the text aloud is no less than listening to Murong Bingyu singing, it is so wonderful.

What a wonderful little girl! Lao Liao gradually felt ashamed of himself, damn, Lao Tzu is still standing on the podium and giving a fart lesson? None of these new transfer students are simple.

The other students' minds are not as sensitive as Lao Liao's. I can't hear so many emotions other than that I think it's good.

Quietly wipe a cold sweat and talk about the techniques in the article, not as proud as when I first started the class.

"Everyone understands the jīng color of this long poem from these aspects, one, and metaphor. The use of multiple metaphors, the use of sound to write sound, two, synaesthesia, to write sound in terms of shape, sè, light, taste, and touch. Third, the association and imagination of the artistic conception picture. From sporadic metaphors to complete depictions of musical scenes. ”

Fortunately, Lao Liao's ancient text is still passable, and it is no longer like the last time "Balzac's Funeral Words" was ugly. trembling, I always think that if I misread a word, Zhang Lexin will point it out mercilessly. On the one hand, it is necessary to prevent students from talking, sleeping, playing with mobile phones, and escaping through the back door, and at the same time, it takes 12 minutes of effort to speak in a proper manner, no longer interspersed with one or two small jokes as before, just read from the script, fortunately, until the end of class, there is nothing wrong with it.

Quietly gave Meng Jun a look and went back to the office, put away the textbooks and handouts, went to the carport to get the car, and drove to the school gate to wait quietly.

Meng Jun hid a knife in his waist as usual, and went to the door of the next class to call Liang Ci out.

Liang Ci saw that Guan Muyun and the three of them had not returned to school, and a big stone fell to the ground in his heart, and said with a smile: "What are you looking for me?

Meng Jun said mysteriously: "I took two copies of the "Yín Paradise" comics, do you want a hundred yuan each?"

"Cāo, you might as well go to the bank and grab the money quickly. Liang Ci saw that it was not a thing, so he rubbed his nose and left.

Meng Jun hurriedly grabbed him, and the yellow sè cartoon in his arms lit up slightly. As soon as Liang Ci saw the gorgeous cover, he couldn't help but breathe heavily: "Where do you get such a good product?

Meng Jun smiled swayingly: "My cousin sent it back from the rì book, the original goods, the quality is super good, if you want it, you must buy them all, I still have ten copies." ”

Liang Ci thought that he had brought down Guan Muyun and became the boss, and there was a kind of proud momentum in his speech, so he rudely opened his lichen placket, snatched the two comics, hurriedly turned a few pages, his eyes were full of red and bright light, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and asked: "There are ten more copies to take, I want them all." "This is the best comic, rich sè color, smooth lines, standard eye-catching human body proportions, even the paper is the best coated paper, soft and tough, slippery to the touch, if this quality is sold in a small newspaper kiosk outside, at least one hundred and fifty thousand copies.

Meng Jun said: "For the sake of insurance, I put it in the store outside the school, and as you know, the school has been strictly inspected recently. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you. Liang Ci was overjoyed and let the two followers stay in the classroom, not allowing them to share their joy.

As soon as he left the school gate, he passed by the somewhat familiar black Sè Chevrolet, and suddenly heard the faint footsteps behind him, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he felt that his eyes were dark and unconscious.

Soon after, I woke up, felt a headache, my body shook slightly, and I was puzzled, and when I opened my eyes and looked around, I was lying in the back seat of a car. Touching his head, he was swollen with a big bag, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The local man in front of him picked up the mineral water in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand, smiled and turned around and said, "Shen Xianci, is the Huang Sè comic good?" This person is Meng Jun.

Liang Ci was shocked and scolded: "Meng Jun, do you dare to plot against Lao Tzu, are you impatient?"

Meng Jun directly slapped the past: "Trash, dare to call yourself Lao Tzu in front of me, how old are you?" Liang Ci covered his face and was about to fight back, when he suddenly saw the reflection of the rearview mirror in the carriage, wasn't the driver who drove the car Liao Xuebing, the head teacher of their class? So he slowly shrank back and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"What else can you do when you kill people and kill people? How much do you think you can buy by pulling you to the slaughterhouse with ribs?" The Mongolian army began to intimidate the enemy with a mouthful of firewood.

Liang Ci naturally didn't believe it, but he thought that they would do everything possible to pull themselves to this remote place There would be no good thing, and his hand quietly hung down and touched his trouser pocket, and he couldn't help but feel like ashes, it turned out that even his mobile phone was searched, and it was basically impossible to find someone for help.

Meng Jun pointed at Liao Xuebing: "Do you know who he is? On the surface, it seems to be our teacher, but in fact, he is an undercover agent sent to our school by the Chengnan Skeleton Regiment, known as killing people without blinking, holding 300 lives, and the most favorite poisonous angel in his life to drink blood and dig out his heart and intestines, the skeleton regiment number is 9528, and he received an order from the regiment commander to prepare to set off a new bloody storm in Zhonghai City, and I am the closed disciple of the highly poisonous angel Liao Xuebing, and the tulip charming prince Meng Jun is also!"

Liang Ci listened to him blow the river and the sea, and unconsciously smiled contemptuously: "Keep fooling, uncle, listen." ”

Meng Jun immediately took out a sharp knife, flipped his wrist, inserted it into his thigh, and said with a faint smile: "Your reaction was already expected by me, so ......"

The sharp knife was drawn, and blood slowly gushed out, gradually soaking his pale blue sè casual jeans. Liang Ci's eyes widened in disbelief, and it took three or four seconds before he screamed, hurriedly covering the wound, but it became more and more painful, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Liao Xuebing stared ahead, didn't look at it, and said: "It's inconvenient to dirty my car, if you hit it with a stick just now, it will be compared." And your technique is not good, it should be pierced above the thigh, where there are large arteries, and the pain after the injury will be very severe, and it may even lead to shock and massive blood loss, causing death. If you simply want to make the other party painful, hit the shin bone of the calf with a wooden stick to ensure that he can't cry. ”

Meng Jun asked excitedly, "Teacher, is there anything more practical in fighting?"

"In terms of the attacking parts of the body alone, injuries to the temples, eyes, jaw, throat, armpits, ribs, and lower yīn can cause pain to the enemy. In fact, the easiest is the armpit, because that place is blocked by the arm, the person's psychology will feel safe, in fact, there will be a lot of space in the fight, you only need five fingers to pick up and poke hard at that place, it can make him faint pain. Of course, you have to be quick on the premise of quick eyes, otherwise before you have time to make a move, someone else will already kick your balls. ”

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